| Current mood: | dorky |
| Current music: | radiohead // street spirit (fade out) |
The caves echo silence, still in the nearly grey morning but for the collective sigh of sleep that swirls gently around Ulmo. He smiles -- gently, sadly -- for these people. These Children who stretch out before him like small waves in the midst of the Belegear. Who are not even aware of their tresspasses that caused...
this. With his hands (and oh, the skin) traversing the veinwork of polished stone, he tacks a parchment:
Children of Ilúvatar:
(yes, Caranthir and Thingol, even you)
The destruction you sit amidst is only the beginning -- a precursor of what is to come if you do not turn from your wayward path and understand that The One created all of you. And everything. Equally. With as much love and care as each one.
--> Lizards and frogs do not automatically equate madness.
--> Communism works on paper. (And under Nienor). Read up on Marx.
--> Don't fucking kill one another. Not yet, anyway.
--> Power, crowns and control do not automatically reward someone with the right to become a tightass or a pacifist. Realism is appreciated.
--> Non-pollutants are a good thing. Remember that.
--> What one sees is not necessarily what one is. Just saying.
--> Menegroth is a demilitarized zone for all of you. This means; it is neither under Noldorin, Sindarin or under the control of men. Think on that, huh? Work fucking together.
--> Trust cats. Okay? Just do it. Cats and some albatrosses.
In our anger, Arda has been pulled flat -- the Circles have become planar, the seas are falling off of the edge of the world and the weather patterns are turning for the worse. Tectonic activity is inevitable as is the utter destruction of Eä if you do not act quickly.
Gather in Doriath, under Hírilorn and from there, travel west.
P.S. You can blame the Teleri for nearly a third of this. Priggish, stuck up, "wise" Olwë. He decided that the loss of the seas were amusing.
P.P.S Hi, Tuor. No armour this time. Sorry about your luck. Don't forget your carrotsticks, man.
P.P.P.S There will be a boat waiting for you when you arrive at the coast. Don't wreck it? I like that boat.